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Thru a Glass Darkly | Jim Bellamy - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Thru a Glass Darkly | Jim Bellamy

And no-one can deny
That love is more tedious than lies
Seeing the mirror of the third
When fearing time’s cries
Creates behaviour a mind can’t stir

I have slowed in my swagger to find
That death cannot ever ride
The waves of its occidental sea
The nut-strewn road and its cavalry
Refine lust and its plans.

Coins in hands work for a life
And regal banks are sworn
Dead by a majesty of man-and-wife
This thurible holds intense
Incense; so too, starved tears

Weep from their command
A mute space sears the bent
Cities are altogether shent
And no-one can deny
That love is more tedious than lies

The blind fo’csle inside this brain
Must swear till death dies?..

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Unbirthday | Stan Morrison - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Unbirthday | Stan Morrison

There’s nothing to do or say
it’s no one’s birthday today
no one’ll come out to play
there’ll be no presents or cake
there’re no party favors to take
‘cause it’s nobody’s birthday today
No party games to play
no piñata’s gonna sway
no ice cream, cream soda, candy
no pretzels, nuts, no pecan sandy
it’s no one’s birthday here today
I’m gonna go home right a way
‘cause I no longer wanna stay
I’ll go home and read a book
figure out something I can cook
until it’s someone’s birthday someday
Indigestion from too many French desserts: the wrath of crepes

Of Memories, Market and Promises | Debasish Parashar - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Of Memories, Market and Promises | Debasish Parashar

1.
Better not try
To impress
With your sorrows
Life has few hollows
To be empty
2.
Your promises are leaves
In a forest deciduous
Fertile in fall
Otherwise green
3.
If memories were governed
By demand and supply
Market forces I mean
All geniuses could be ordinary
All histories linear
since they are not
Meanings can be metaphors.

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Bushwhacked |  Daniel Klawitter - A Poetry Website Featuring Poems by Contemporary Poets

Bushwhacked | Daniel Klawitter

“The rules of fair play do not apply in love and war.” –John
Lyly, Euphues: The Anatomy of Wit (1578).

Of all her many weapons,
it was her voice
that left me voiceless—
like sunrise on a battlefield
speechless with corpses.

I tell you that her words
were like war—
a skirmish of metaphors
wounding my already purple heart.

Ambushed and bushwhacked
booby-trapped and blown apart
in the jungles of despair—
I was captured
with multiple fractures
and was unprepared
for this guerilla warfare.

I am listed as:
a prisoner of conscience
a casualty of her
barbed wire kisses
and the double-barreled shotgun
of her cocked and loaded eyes.

She hardly even cried
when she pulled the trigger and said:
“This is war, kid.”
Now…
Go figure.

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